Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.